Page 186 of Ewan

“Are you all right?” he asks.

“Yes. Everything’s fine,” I say, putting on a cheerful face.

Our eyes meet as we wait for the lights to turn green at at intersection before he breaks his stare away from mine and steers right onto a secondary road.

At first, I’m convinced he’s made a mistake.

I look over my shoulder, the intersection lights fading into the background.

“Where are we going?” I ask, flicking my eyes back to him.

“Home,” he says curtly, dipping his eyes to the dashboard.

Questions rush to my lips, but I push them all back.

It won’t make much of a difference if we spend another night together.

“Do you have any food at your place?”

“We’ll stop by at the store and pick something up. Or we can order food from a restaurant. What would you like?”

I ponder.

He glances at me.

“I’d like to cook something if you don’t mind.”

“You don’t have to cook.”

“I know. I just feel like doing it. Do you have a kitchen and stuff at your house?” I joke.

He laughs.

I imagine him living in a bachelor fuck pad with only a couple of bottles of water in the refrigeration, condoms everywhere, and a big bottle of hard liquor in the pantry.

I had to ask.

What if his place looks like the sex place he had taken me to.

Not much cooking was taking place over there.

“Why do you feel like cooking?” he asks, and I look away to avoid his eyes.

“It relaxes me and helps me get out of my head,” I say monotonously, and a short pause follows before his hand finds mine and his fingers thread to mine.

Surprise blossoms in my chest.

His tender gesture makes me think I’m also not the only one thinking about the future.

But I could be wrong.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

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It takesus about fifteen minutes to exit the last town where we have shopped for food and head into a wooded area before reaching a clearing and noticing big houses on both sides of the road.

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